A Drunken Mistake (ChattyChell and Libraryman) (NFSW)

[ChattyChell]

“We’ve got shots!”

The group of girls all cheered, the high pitched sound heard over the loud music that filled the bar. Some men at neighboring tables chuckled at them. Freya blushed as she noticed their attention before turning back to her friends. The group was out celebrating. Most of them had just graduated high school, each leaving for college all within the week, and, most importantly, all of their fake ID cards had worked to get them inside for one last blowout to send everyone off with a smile and bad hangovers. Freya was happy for her friends even though, as the youngest of the group, she still had another year before she would graduate and run off to college as well.

“Freya, stop fussing, you look amazing!” Sadie said.

Sadie was Freya’s best friend and had lent her the cream colored wrap of a dress. She felt that it barely covered her plump ass, though it actually reached a little less than half way down her thighs, so she was always pulling down on the hem. But her friends said it looked amazing as it hugged her curves so she had caved and wore it for the night. The fabric did grip her curves but Freya felt it was more strangling than hugging. She was half afraid that the tight fabric would rip if she moved the wrong way. It didn’t help that she was at least a cup size bigger than her friend, her tits threatening to burst out with every bouncy step in her heels.

“Come on, let's get a few more drinks in you and then we can go dance. You’ll be more comfortable once you start having fun!” Sadie cajoled as she handed Freya shot after shot.

The brunette girl was reluctant at first, but as her friends all got more tipsy, more giggly, and started swaying with the music, Freya found that she didn’t want to be left behind tonight as well. So she drank, much more than she ever had, and followed the gaggle of girls to the dance floor. She swayed and bopped to the music, giggling, her head swimming. She stopped feeling so self-conscious and got lost in the music. She didn’t even realize that she was drifting away from her friends, dancing with strangers that she barely saw through her half lidded eyes.

 

[Libraryman]

Jack sat at the coner of a bar in the raucous pub, nursing a cold beer as his eyes scanned the crowd. His clothes were just his usual everyday attire of jeans, a shirt and a denim jacket, as he was not really there to party. He was there, alone as usual. Lately he'd been coming to the pub to relax, and let loose, every now and then finding a nice one night stand. The rough looking man had enough with relationships that never fell through, and wanted something more basic. Well, that was a lie. What he wanted was a pet. A girl to serve his needs as a servant to him. But there weren't many who were interested in that kind of relationship.

He was about to turn in the towel and chalk up tonight as a wash, when he saw her. An awkward young woman that kept fidgeting with her too small dress. It was obvious that she was out of sorts with her noisy friends, and not often one at this kind of scene. That kind of made her perfect though. Girls like that tended to go overboard on drinks and that would give him his chance.

So, Jack sat and waited, biding his time as the night went on and the girls steadily got more and more sloshed. And sure enough, just as he expected, the girl he had his eye on had gone way past her limit. As she clumsily danced away from her friends, the older man grabbed a new bottle of beer from the bartender and made his way over, casually dancing through the crowd until he bumped into the bust teen.

"Why hello there." Jack said with a grin, acting as if the collision was accidental as he grabbed hold of Freya as if to keep her from falling. "You feeling okay there? You look a little dizzy."

 

[ChattyChell]

"Um, hi," Freya couldn't keep in her breathy giggles, throwing her arms around the stranger's neck as she stumbled into him. She didn't wear heels often enough to maintain her balance while sober, let alone when she was so drunk. "Yeah, I feel really dizzy. Oh that means I drank too much." she giggled again, rolling her head against his shoulder and her breath fanned against his neck. Her body moved against his, more drunken swaying rather than dancing anymore. She should have known that not having anything in her stomach to soak up the alcohol was a bad move, but she was too nervous to eat anything before. The fear of getting caught with the fake IDs and her father being called to punish her had made her stomach roll.

Her mouth opened against the stranger, words slurring out without any real thought behind them. "I hope you didn't save me from fallin' just so you'd get lucky. I'm not that kinda girl." She blinked up at him, his blue eyes swimming into her view. "You're cute, though, for an old guy."

 

[Libraryman]

This girl just reeked of booze, Jack thought as she grabbed a hold of him. Not that he was complaining. The feeling of her plush breasts against his chest was actually quite pleasant, as was the view of them popping out from their confines slightly as he looked down on her much shorter frame. The older man could feel his arousal growing quickly from the sight.

"Well, this old guy is gonna get you out of this crowd for some fresh air." Jack replied, a forced smile on his face. He wasn't that old. That was just uncalled for. Well, now that just meant he'd enjoy fucking her even more. "Come on, let's get out the back door, clear your head of all that nasty booze."

Keeping one of her arms around his neck, he held onto her waist with the other and guided the drunk teen through the crowd. As he did, Jack let his hand slide lower to cop a feel of the girl's thighs. He was going to do more of course in just a minute, but he couldn't be so bold with an unknown drunk woman with so many people around. It didn't take long for them to get to said back door, and after only a moment of struggling to fit the two of them through, they finally got outside in the back alley.

"There we go! Some refreshing clear air." The mystery man told the girl, pulling her to a kind of secluded spot behind some boxes, not yet letting her young body slip away from his hold. "My name is Jack by the way, miss...."

 

[ChattyChell]

Freya stumbled over her feet as the man started to drag her away from the music, away from her group. "Wait, where are yo-" He cut her off, offering to take her to get some fresh air. "O-oh, well, thank you." she stuttered, nervous, but too shy to truly contradict or fight him. She gasped and squirmed against his hands when she felt him grab onto her thighs, "Hey, please don't-" she protested softly as she was shoved out the backdoor. Hitting the opposite wall to keep from falling on her face, Freya took a deep breath and gagged on the stench of rotting garbage. She coughed, her hand covering her mouth as she swallowed to try and keep the contents of her stomach inside, as she was dragged behind some boxes. "Freya," she told him quietly as she looked up at him. He was surprisingly gorgeous now that the dim lights of the bar were no longer hiding his features. She blushed as she remembered she had called him old. "And sorry about before, you're not actually all that old."

She looked around, realizing just how alone they were and her mouth ran dry. Swallowing again, Freya took a shaky breath, "L-listen, I shouldn' tell you dis-this," her words were slow, trying not to slur anymore around the booze coating her tongue, "but I'm only 17. So you should probably find another girl inside if you're looking for someone to t-take home."

She pressed her hands on his chest, staring at her fingers as she admitted this to him. She could feel her face getting hotter, her blush spreading down her neck and across her chest, ashamed to admit her wrong-doing and fearful that it'll somehow get back to her father, even though she was fairly certain that this man didn't know him. She pushed gently against his body, trying to guide him when she expected that he was going to step away from her now that he knew she was underage, and would be for all intents-and-purposes untouchable.

 

[Libraryman]

"Only seventeen, you say?" Jack asked rhetorically, taking his free hand to gently brush a stray strand of hair from the teen's face, his eyes looking lustfully down on her blushing chest. "Well, I've always wanted to fuck a girl your age, and I won't tell on you if you don't tell on me."

As he spoke, the hand gripping Freya's thigh drifted upwards, slowly pulling the short hem of her dress upwards with his rough fingers. His other hand that had brushed her hair away ever so tenderly now traded sensually down her back and held her hips so she was forced to be pressed against him. Not only was he holding her close though, but the man pushed her backwards somewhat aggressively, pressing the teen's back up against the crates and boxes which rattled slightly from the force of it.

"Now, be a good girl and try to be quiet." The larger man ordered Freya, his voice a low whisper as he leaned down to her ear, still pulling up the skirt of her dress ever higher. "We aren't the most well hidden back here, and I'd hate to have you explain that you and your friends were just drinking underage."

 

[ChattyChell]

Freya's head was starting to swim again, the foul alley air was no longer combating the alcohol in her system. She could feel her heart racing, her blood pounding, as Jack, this strange man, crowded her, cornered her, towered over her small frame. Fear mixed with the booze to turn her stomach, making her inebriation worse.

He was talking to her, his voice caressing her like his rough fingers were caressing her thigh, her hip, her small white panties; but she couldn't make out what he was saying. His words floated through her brain, barely a whisper. She leaned her head against the wall behind them, rolling it against the brick as she tried to shake it in denial, rejection. He was supposed to stop, she told him no. Didn't she?

"No, I-" her tongue was thick in mouth, tripping up the words that she tried to say, falling just out of reach. "Pls-"

She should try to fight him, she knows that she should, she had even taken defense classes at a local gym just for such an event as the one she now found herself in. She pushed weakly at his chest again, squirming her hips away, inadvertently grinding against him instead as her movements slowed.

Finally something he said clicked, burning through the drinks clouding her mind. "...tell on you ..." "... drinking underage."

She shivered, gooseflesh from his touch raising on her legs, and stopped moving. She couldn't let him tell; her friends, especially Sadie, had scholarships with their schools. If the girls got caught, got in any sort of legal trouble, it could be taken away from each of them. It was the only way that Sadie could even afford to go to college in the first place.

She wouldn't let them get in trouble because of her, because she was the one who was stupid and messed up. She wouldn't ruin their futures. So she simple turned her head away from him and forced her body to relax, the only sign of her hesitancy and reluctance we're the tears shining in her eyes that she couldn't manage to suppress that had yet to spill.

After all, it was only her virginity. She could take the pain, for her friends, and hopefully, in the morning, she wouldn't be able to remember any of it. It could just be something that would happen in the dark, more secrets for this dark alley to hide, and it'll never be seen, never spoken of, again.

 

[Libraryman]

With the girl's skirt now bunched around her hips, revealing her little white panties, the man's hand wrapped around behind her to grope and squeeze her bare ass cheek with his calloused fingers. Her cheek easily fit into his big strong hand, as he played with it freely. Meanwhile, Jack leaned down further from her ear to Freya's neck and began to tenderly nibble and bite at her neck. He was beginning to really get into this, as evidenced by the large bulge now tenting his pants. It was grinding into her belly now, a little too high for her smaller frame.

"Let's move things along, shall we?" Jack breathed lustfully as he extricated himself from her neck, both hands now grabbing hold of her ass firmly. "You are just the hottest little thing, I can't wait any longer."

With that, he lifted her smaller frame and dropped her ass onto the edge of the wooden box behind her. Her back pressed firmly against a few more boxes that were stacked on top of her sitting box, said boxes serving as her only shelter from being seen from the street. There were more pressing matters at hand though, as Jack was now petting her little teenage pusssy through her innocent little panties. Not only that, but his other hand was now aggressively groping and squeezing her breast through Freya's clothing as he attacked her neck once more.

"Let me get a look at these. I want to see them in all their glory." The older man grunted as he took a moment to pull his lips away from her, staring at the girls chest as he grabbed tightly to the front of her dress, and yanked it down.

 

[ChattyChell]

Freya bit her plump lower lip as a whimper tried to escape her throat, Jack's hands petting against the flesh of her ass and his hard cock pressing uncomfortably against her belly. She tilted her head, trying to escape the rough scrape of his stubble and his teeth on her neck, though from the outside it probably looked more like she was arching into his kisses, enjoying his attention.

She squeaked, her blush deepening at the sound, when he lifted her easily and sat her on one of the boxes. Her feet no longer touched the ground, even with her heels. One shoe slipped off, making a small clack when it hit the dirty alley floor that was barely heard above the din coming from both the bar and the street beyond them.

Her little voice moaned despite herself, Jack brushing her clit often enough during his pawing at her underwear that she could feel pussy lips start to tingle. The material began to grow damp and her core clenched, her body believing that she was warming herself up for another self love session in her bed during the middle of the night. Her body shivered, gooseflesh raising, as his voice continued to caress her skin, her mind, though she was now actively trying to block it out with the help of the drinks that made her so fuzzy.

She gasped, groaning painfully, as he yanked on her dress, the thin straps ripping away and the side seams audibly popping as he pulled the front of her dress away and down, exposing her bare breasts, skin tacky and red in places, as he had unknowingly grabbed onto the backless and strapless bra that clung to her breasts with adhesive. She tried to cover herself with her arms, hiding that her dusky nipples had hardened, the cold air stinging them.

 

[Libraryman]

Despite her resistance, Jack could tell that her body was at least a bit more accepting. Her involuntary moan was adorable, he thought, and his fingers could feel her panties begin to dampen. It was very disappointing though as the girl quickly covered her goods.

"Oh no you don't!" The older man growled aggressively, as he fumbled with his belt while pressing her back in her spot.

Whipping the belt from his pants, both of his hands began wrestling with hers, his crotch grinding against hers as they tussled. Eventually though, Jack managed to get her hands up above her head, and used his belt to tie them together. Using the extra bit of strap like a rope, he held her arms aloft with just one hand, while the other went and roughly grabbed a tit.

"See, that wasn't so hard now, was it?" He asked rhetorically, watching her sizable breasts with a hunger in his eyes. "I bet it feels really good to have your tits played with like this. It's like they were made for this!"

After a moment though, Jack released her chest, the hand going back down to her crotch. This time was not for petting though. No, this time, he grabbed the wet parties and pulled them down to her knees. Then, with a little awkward maneuvering, he managed to pull them down and off one ankle with his legs and feet while keeping her pinned against the boxes.

"Well, aren't you a sexy sight." Her captor said with a grin, taking in the sight of her naked top and bottom as he slowly slid one of his thick fingers past her folds. "So tight too! I can't wait to actually start fucking, can you?"

 

[ChattyChell]

Freya cried out as Jack gripped her arms, trying to fight him despite her slower reactions. But he was so much bigger, so much stronger, and he had managed to tie her hands up, yanking them above her head until she was forced to arch her body. She was forced to press against him as he pulled her arms uncomfortably taught, straining her muscles.

She groaned, trying to shake off his rough grip from her breast with her limited movement, before the sound tapered off into a whimper. Tears stained her cheeks as she tried to hide her face into her stretched-out shoulder.

When he released his hold on her tits, she couldn't suppress her sigh of relief that startled into a hick-up when he dug his fingers into the fabric of her panties. She squirmed against him, his wide hips preventing her from closing her legs, as he pulled the fabric down her legs, more seams popping on both the dress and the underwear. He was the first man to ever see her cunt, the dark, freshly trimmed curls doing little to hide the soft pink opening. She blushed as she could feel her warm juices slide slowly down her ass, now that her panties could no longer collect the wetness.

She cried out again, the sound sharp and pitiful, as he forced his finger inside her. She tried to bear down, tightening the walls of her pussy, anything to force him back out, to prevent him from going further. But it didn't work, she could actually feel when his finger reached her barrier, the one thing that gave away that she was still in fact a virgin.

If it was this painful from just his finger, Freya didn't think she could survive his cock tearing her open.

 

[Libraryman]

After feeling around in the teens pussy, Jack could tell she was ready for him. She was so wet that he'd have no issue with sliding right in. Extricating his hand from her body, the man took out his phone and quickly snapped a picture of the strung up girl, wanting not only a memento of this moment, but some blackmail for later too. Oh, he had plans for her. This teen was the perfect girl for his needs, and he was going to make sure he saw her again.

"I think you're ready for this now." Jack told her, pulling down his pants so that his heavy cock flopped out to slap against her soaked slit.

He stood there for a moment, just grinding his entire length against her while holding Freya pinned back against the wood behind her. Soon, his rock hard member was coated in her juices, and he slowly drew back until the tip pressed into her folds. Again, he just sat there teasing her for a few moments, until, without warning, he shoved all nine inches deep inside of her.

 

[ChattyChell]

She groaned pitifully as he finally pulled his finger from her body, wincing not only at the sudden emptiness but also the cold air on her wet skin.

Freya blinked rapidly at the sudden and bright flash that went off in her face, before realizing too late what it meant, that he would have a momento, proof of what he was about to do to her little body, and that she couldn't do anything to stop him. That it might not be forgotten in the dark of this nasty alley that she was about lose her virginity to a man she didn't choose and didn't want.

She jumped, wincing, as his bare dick slapped against her exposed clit, the action more surprising than painful. She squirmed as he ground his cock against her, inhaling hickuping breaths every time the head smacked into her clit over and over again before he pulled away.

"Please," she whimpered pathetically. She should have caught harder, not drank so much, stayed at home, anything to preven-

She suddenly screamed, forgetting about the people on the street behind them, about the risk to her friends if the two of them were discovered. Her cunt was on fire as Jack broke her hymen and hilted himself completely inside of her. He was so big that he punched against her cervix, likely bruising the tiny opening within her. She sobbed as her pussy pulsed around him, in pain, as he stayed there. She wouldn't get away from him tonight, he had what he wanted now and a small piece of her would always remember that this thing that she was taught was special was taken away from her.

"Monster," she sobbed in a moment of clarity as she finally met his eyes again before falling slack in his grip, her eyes would no longer leave his.

 

[Libraryman]

"Fuck!" Jack exclaimed loudly as he bottomed out inside the young girl, feeling his tip pressed firmly against her cervix as he ignored the rather simple insult. "Damn girl, this has to be the best pussy I've ever had."

After a couple of seconds which he used to adjust himself to a more comfortable angle, the man slowly drew himself out from the cunt he'd just deflowered. Then, when it was just the tip left, he stared right back into her eyes, and plunged himself back in again. Her pussy lips were once again spread open wide in a lewd 'O' around his impressive girth, but this time he wasn't giving her a moment to recover. This time he began to pump himself in and out of her slick pussy over and over again. He wasn't fucking her wildly with abandon, but still rather roughly, especially for one's first time. The force of his thrusting was even causing the boxes behind her to rattle and shake, as well as those lovely orbs bouncing atop her chest that his eyes soon hungrily wandered down to.

 

[ChattyChell]

Freya whimpered as he pulled out and she couldn't stop herself from looking, her eyes widening at the blood staining his flesh. She looked back up to his eyes and cried out as he thrust into her again. Her breath was forced from her lungs as pants and little moans with each thrusts, her small body unable to acclimate to his forceful thrusts.

She tipped her head back, unable to stop her noises, finally closing her eyes. It was too much, she was feeling too much and everything was some how compounding to sober her up. Her pussy wouldn't stop clinching around this invading dick, gripping him, as he used her body for little care of her. Her pussy got wetter still, trying to protect itself from his rough thrusts by making his passage easier.

It was hurting less but that also meant it was feeling better. Freya's moans got louder, her body tingling, her hands and arms going numb as Jack continued to hold them aloft. She couldn't help but raise her legs higher around his hips as she shook her head no, the angle he forced her body facilitating the movement. She wasn't supposed to enjoy being raped like this, it wasn't ever supposed to feel good. But her body was betraying her as she felt an unwanted orgasm begin to build with each horrible thrust.

 

[Libraryman]

"You are actually enjoying this aren't you?" Jack grunted with a wicked grin as he continued to pound her little pussy, the thrusts becoming faster as her body eased the friction with her juices. "The little high school girl actually enjoys being raped!"

Finally, the older man had enough waiting. Her bountiful breasts had been bouncing and teasing him for far too long now. So, he leaned down and lached his lips onto her breasts, placing kisses all over them, and sucking hard enough to give her hickeys across the swell of her cleavage later. He took his time with the her nipples though, teasing the edges of the areola with his tongue before laching on and nipping at the buds. And all the while, he continued to fuck the poor innocent girl until even a couple boxes behind her toppled over, revealing her back from her bare shoulders and up to whoever cared to look down the alley.

 

[ChattyChell]

Freya shook her head, "N-no, I d-don't!" She moaned and panted sharply around the words, his harsh thrusts making it impossible for her to catch her breath. She couldn't be enjoying this awful treatment, she just couldn't. And yet, here she was, moaning for him, arching into him as he forced pleasure onto her.

She cried out, "P-p-please, s-stop!" arching and trying to pull away despite his firm hold as he bit and suckled at her breasts, her hard nipples, marking her skin, marking her as his even more than he already had when he forced her to take his cock. Her arms shook, aching from the strain, and her wrists were rubbed raw against the leather, the skin red and swelling. She stopped caring about being caught, not even noticing the boxes toppling over and that some part of her was exposed to the street behind them. That anyone could see how dirty she was. She was too far gone, and too far drunk, for her to remember the risk that being caught posed to her, to her friends, to Sadie.

When he latched onto and nipped at her nipple, it became too much too quickly and she screamed into her stretched arm, trying to muffle the sound at least somewhat. Her orgasmed washed over her, blinding her as she tightened and gushed around him. Her pussy juices flooded his pounding cock, staining the front of his pants around his hips and splashing wetly to the boxes and dirty pavement below them.

She sagged in his grip when her high finally released her, her abused cunt still fluttering weakly around him. She was panting and groaning into her sweat soaked skin. Her eyes were glazed and half-lidded, she couldn't even really see him anymore, and she was going to pass out from this stranger raping her to the point of exhaustion.

 

[Libraryman]

He couldn't believe it. This girl actually orgasmed from her first fuck, and from being raped even. She was definitely going to be the girl for him, he thought as he moaned loudly from the feeling of her cunt spasming around her. Jack was at his edge, and after just a few more strokes he slammed himself deep inside the teen. Her abused cervix finally opened up to him, just as he let the floodgates loose.

"FUCK!" The older man exclaimed, having reached his limit, shooting several blasts of his potent seed directly into her open and venerable womb.

He stayed there for several long moments, releasing her exhausted body and letting it collapse on the box. Her slumped form knocked the rest of the boxes behind her away. Destroying the rest of her cover. With the girl laying drunk and dazed, he pulled out his phone once again, buy this time, started a video. His impressive member was still stretching her wide, and he pointed the camera so he could get a view of her entire exposed body as he slowly drew himself out.

With his rod no longer plugging the girl up, a stream of his jizz trickled from her abused opening. And he got the perfect shot, zooming in on the leaking pussy before panning over to her face. After that though, he supposed it was time to wrap things up.

He grabbed his belt back from her wrists, and gently set her down on the dirty grou d so she was no longer in direct sight from the street. Quickly, he picked up the discarded panties that was laying on the ground, and then began to look for her purse. Eventually, he found where it fell and fished out her phone where he quickly made note of her number and address. Then, with one last look at her slumped and venerable form, Jack abandoned her and walked out of the alleyway.

 

[ChattyChell]

Freya gasped and whimpered when she felt him release his seed into her, her body too tired to protest further. She collapsed when he finally released her, panting as she slowly fell into darkness, unaware of his taking video of her or of the cum drying on her thighs.

She didn't know how long she had laid passed out in the dirty alleyway when her phone loudly ringing managed to pull her from unconsciousness. She squinted at the screen when she finally found the device, her head pounding and saw that it was Sadie calling her.

"Oh my god, where are you?!" Sadie loudly shrieked through the phone and Freya winced, pulling the phone away to try to lower the volume.

"What?" she groggily replied.

"Girl you went missing last night and we've been worried sick!"

Freya rubbed her eyes and looked around, her memory foggy of the night before. It was just after dawn, she was honestly amazed any of her friends were awake, and as she became aware of the soreness and the blood and other fluids between her legs, Freya was very glad that she couldn't remember what must have happened.

She slowly moved to stand, locating her missing heel and trying to cover herself with her torn dress as best as she could.

"Freya!" Sadie yelled, getting her attention once more.

"Right sorry," she checked her purse, glad to see that she had enough money for a cab hope, she didn't want this night being on her ride share account, better to just leave it all behind in this alley. "I ended up getting a Lyft home. Sorry I must have been more drunk than I thought if I didn't say goodbye first."

It hurt to lie to her best friend but she didn't want anyone to ever know what had obviously happened to her. Better it be buried.

"Listen I'll see you later, before you leave tomorrow. But I've got a killer hang over and I need to get back to sleep if I'm going to survive today without my parents finding out. Love you girl and thanks for checking on me."

Before Sadie could respond, Freya quickly hung up and tried to tie the dress together into a decent enough shape to go hail a cab on the street. She never did find her panties before she left that alley, intent to go home and wash the night away.

 

[Libraryman]

A couple of days passed since that night at the bar, with no word or hint that the man who raped her was going to return. Jack had done this on purpose of course, to give her enough time for her to make a false sense of security. During those days he worked as he usually did as a landscaper, though after that he made a slight detour on his way home.

He'd drive slowly by her house trying to glean whatever he could about her life. From what he could tell, she just lived with her two parents, though she could have a sibling that either was well hidden or had moved out for all he knew. And, perhaps more importantly to him, it seemed that her father really hated doing yard work, as evidenced by him throwing a junky weed whacker across his lawn. That was something he could use down the road if he needed an excuse to give this chick, Freya, a house call.

Finally, three days after the incident, Jack used the number he had gotten from the girl's phone to text her. It wasn't anything nice, or sweet, or kindhearted. No, that's not the relationship that he wanted. This was straightforward and to his point.

*Meet me at Dixon's bar and grill at 6pm sharp* he texted her, followed by the picture and video he had taken just the other night, showing Freya in her full naked glory. *Don't tell anyone where you are going and wear something nice. And just keep in mind that I hate waiting*

 

[ChattyChell]

Freya sat on her bed and stared in horror at her phone. She had managed to put most of that night behind her. Saying goodbye to her friends as one by one they left for college, keeping busy with her job at the coffee shop where she was moving back to part time for the school year, and getting ready for her Senior year of high school. She never did tell anyone what happened, feigning that an illness was what brought her home when she had managed to slump into the kitchen, freshly showered, for breakfast that morning, surprising both her parents since she wasn't expected home until the afternoon.

But at night, when she was alone with her thoughts and the darkness consumed her, when she was forced to lay awake because she couldn't close her eyes, that's when that night at the bar would haunt her, flashes of what had happened punching through the fog no matter how much she didn't want it. She cried every night, unable to stop the tears, as her body shivered with the phantom pains.

And now, here was her ghost, coming back to haunt her in the flesh. She didn't open the video, she didn't need to, the picture and the thumbnail were more than enough to show her who this mystery number belonged to. She sat on her bed, it must have been for over an hour, as she contemplated what to do.

The threat was clear, show up or else. And that 'or else' truly horrified her. Swallowing her panic, Freya knew she had to go, find out what he wanted, and hope to whatever God there may be that she'll be shown mercy sometime soon.

She took a deep breath and stood on shaky legs. He said nice, she could do nice, at least. She searched her closet and found a pair of nice jeans and a cute blouse, the sleeves long enough and the neckline high enough to hide the fading bruises that marked her skin. The light gray fabric was light and breezy enough for the summer heat while keeping her warm in the chilly restaurant. Freya brushed her hair, leaving the long dark locks down, and stepped into her sneakers. She didn't bother with any makeup, she wasn't trying to impress this man after all.

Luckily her parents had decided to go out for dinner that night, so she didn't have to lie about where she was going. She got a rideshare to Dixon's, glad that she wouldn't have to used that cursed fake ID to get into the restaurant since she had cut it up and threw it away the morning after anyway.

Freya managed to arrive at Dixon's with 10 minutes to spare, waiting for her personal hell at the front while she tried to calm herself, her hands shaking as she texted him, *I'm here*.

 

[Libraryman]

The phone resting on his table buzzed aggressively, notifying Jack that he had a new text. Looking at the screen, he saw it was his new toy come to see him and texted back *Inside already. What are you standing out there for? Hurry your ass up.*
He then waited for the girl to come inside, where he waved her down to his booth. When the teen got close, Jack nodded to the seat across from him for her to sit in. Once she was seated, he smiled at her and gave the girl a menu.

"Here, order something, my treat." Jack said, looking the girl over to find himself somewhat disappointed. "You know, when I said to wear something nice, I didn't mean something as plain as this. I was expecting something like what you were in the other night.
"You didn't even do your makeup for me." He complained, a snear on his lips as he looked down at his own menu. "You'll need to get better at listening in the future, Freya. I'll not have you disobeying me so casually."

 

[ChattyChell]

Freya felt the phone buzz in her hand and frowned at his response. Taking a deep breath, she walked inside and, once she spotted him, slid into the booth.

The restaurant was fairly busy, the din of the dinner rush covering their conversation from any prying ears, though Freya couldn't help looking around nervously. The booth was mostly able to keep things private but she really didn't want anyone to see her, recognize her, sitting with this man. Her rapist.

Freya found herself unable to resist taking this moment where he wasn't looking at her to take him in, now that she would remember the details. He had short blonde hair that looked soft, like she might enjoy running her fingers through it in a different world. And his darker beard framed his jaw, the contrasting tones highlighting the blue of his eyes. Glancing down she noticed a tattoo on his arm, peeking out from beneath the sleeve of his shirt.

She couldn't take looking at him, flashes of that night burning through her mind. She shut her eyes, forcing the memories back down beneath the fog. The man was handsome, sure. But Freya knew that it was just a mask to hide the ugly underneath.

She licked her suddenly dry lips. "No thanks, I'm not really hungry." She looked down at the menu, not really taking it in.

"I-I don't normally wear things like that, it was my friend's dress that you ruined. I don't even really own anything that ... revealing." she frowned, unsure why she was even telling him that, it wasn't his business.

She could feel her heart racing, her hands shaking as she clenched them in her lap. Her head shot up, her eyes meeting his in shock, "The future?"

She forced herself to take a deep breath, trying to calm down some. When that didn't help, she had reached for the glass of water that appeared when she sat down. She hadn't even noticed that a server had stopped at their table to give her the drink.

"What, exactly, is that you want -" she asked him when her tongue unstuck from the roof of her mouth. She realized she couldn't even remember this man's name, if he even gave it to her that night.

 

[Libraryman]

"We will have to buy you some soon then." Jack said as he put down his own menue, a wicked grin across his face. "You'll be needing more skirts and dresses to make things easier. They also look so cute on you too."

He'd picked the restaurant here for the express purpose of it being busy. More noise, more running around for the staff. Altogether, they'd draw less attention than at a quieter place. That was exactly what he was aiming for.

"What I want, is to make you my bitch." The older man stated plainly, offering her a small shrug as if it was a completely normal thing to say. "You will come anytime I call for you. I'll take you on some nice dates every now and then, but really I just want a girl that I can use as a fuck toy.
"And if you don't, I'll make sure everyone sees that picture and video I sent you." He added, the grin on his face growing wider as he revealed his true nature to her. "We will be doing a lot more of that in the future too. Starting today. And if you want a name to call me by, you can call me 'sir' or 'master' from now on. Understood?"

He was excited now. Excited to see how the girl would react. To see if she'd truly understand the extent of the trouble she was in. No matter how she resisted though, he'd make her his toy eventually. Something he could even share and show off to his friends. Yes, this girl would do quite nicely with that.

 

[ChattyChell]

Freya blushed and then she got angry as he not only presumed to tell her what she should be wearing but as he also described what he ultimately wanted from the teen. She was furious. "You think I'll-" she started to hiss, trying very hard to not start screaming and drawing attention to them. But then she stopped as he continued to talk over her, throwing out the very reason she was even sitting in this booth in the first place.

The photo and the video. He would spread it all around. Would her friends see it? Her parents? College acceptance boards and future employers? He would make sure of it, she was already sure of that. And she knew, even if it was obvious that she didn't want to be in that position, that she didn't want anything that had happened to her, it would still ruin her reputation forever if anything ever got out. She would forever be untouchable and he would at worst get a slap on the wrist, if he was even charged for his crimes at all. Because she knew without a doubt that it was not even a remote possibility that they would ever see the inside of a court for his raping her. The system was just too stacked against her.

Freya took a calming breath, that didn't really help, and growled out through her clenched teeth as she glared at the table in front of her, "Yes, sir."

Her skin crawled and she wanted nothing more than to swallow her own tongue from being forced into saying those words.